Chapter 1665: City without tears

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The vast starry sky is full of stars and dust.
Strands of quicksand, intertwined, fluttering in the stars.
I do not know where it came from, or the other shore, carrying ancient starlight, flowing to the distant years, never stop.
In the depths covered by a cloud of mist, the city without tears was suspended in a quiet, like a fairy fairy, standing upright and immaculate.
It is so wonderful, dreamlike, every inch of the city wall is dyed with fairy tales, shiny and brilliant, colorful.
Many visions seem to appear, and outline a mysterious picture, Jiuxiao Xianqu is melodious, make people feel at ease.
The monks came from Qiduo, and the pestle was on the ancient stars nearby. There were also those standing in the sky, and the crowd was like a sea of ​​ocean.
With so many people, no one dared to step forward and hid far away. Blame it. The city without tears was too rampant and its coercion was too strong.
"Listen to the elders, this fairy city is weird." Someone shouted, "Women inside, never cry."
"Clearly, but it seems farther than dreams."
"I really want to go in and have a look." Too many women whispered, "In the city without tears, it should be a pure land on earth."
"Look, the gate is open." Someone shouted.
Everyone gathered their eyes and looked at the city gate without tears, before they were fully opened, they smelled the vicissitudes and spread to the sky infinitely.
Across the gate, the sight of the city can be seen.
It was a pure land, a pretty mountain peak, twilight in the clouds of smoke, like a veil wrapped in a beauty just out of the bath.
The reflection of the delicate petals in the water, the color is quiet and quiet, like a glass world, a verdant dream.
In it, the different colors are sprayed, the moonlight is veiled, and Tingting is moving the fairy's long hair, and also the mood of the visitor.
When everyone died, a fairy bridge was laid out from the city.
Its name is Nai He Bridge. It is ancient and distant. The railings are woven by tree vines. The buds slowly spread out and they are full of bright red flowers.
Looking from a distance, the bridge, like a fairy rainbow, traverses the starry sky, adding a touch of beauty to this deep universe.
In the spotlight, a woman set foot on Naihe Bridge.
It is a fairy without tears, covered with plain yarn, and the lotus is walking like a fairy, not eating the fireworks on earth, and not staining the earthly dust.
Hundred years ago, she came out of the city without tears, descended on the West Desert, and was meditating on her meditative retreat. After a hundred years, she would return to no tears.
Her eyes were still indifferent, without emotion fluctuations, like everything in the world, would not make her mood ripple.
"Unclear! What does it look like!" Someone in the crowd probed, carrying a black gold iron rod, a pair of fire eyes and golden eyes blooming, this goods, isn't it the little ape emperor?
"With years of old husband's experience, everyone who is veiled is a beautiful woman." On the side, the yak is meaningful.
"Boss, I want to go to her, you can balance it out." The earth bear twirled two bear paws and grinned.
"I still want to go? Can I stop the month without stopping, the problem is, I dare not!" Yak choked his hand.
"Who is this shit!" The monk glanced around at the three of them, having seen shameless, never seen such shameless.
"Come, stand still, don't be too close to this scumbag, shameful." The wizard tribe waved his hand and took a step back.
Needless to say, the dragon robbers, the goddess of the ethnic clan, and the northern emperor and holy saints all consciously hid far away, and a pair of puppets didn't recognize the posture of these three cheap goods.
Several people got together again, and heard that the city of tearlessness came to this star field, and teamed up, wherever it was lively, go together.
"Huh? Someone went up again." The little monkey emperor exclaimed, furry claws pointing at Nanahe Bridge.
Everyone looked down, and after the tearless fairy, there was indeed someone.
It was a young man, with white clothes and white hair, carrying a fairy sword, eyes like stars, and long hair like a waterfall, like a king.
"Yunfei Yang." Bei Sheng whispered with a look of surprise.
"Yi Di, do you know?" Everyone came over.
"The unparalleled Tianjiao of the Huntian Star Field, a 300-year-old quasi-sacred king," Beisheng said, "severed more than one holy king."
"So hanged." Everyone was surprised and couldn't help sighing.
"Fairy, please stay still." As everyone spoke, the white-haired young man named Yun Feiyang called out.
He also kept up with Nai Heqiao, looking hopeful, full of tenderness, and hoarse, "I hope to give the next opportunity."
"Without tears, you are ruthless." The Fairy Lotus without tears kept walking, step by step towards the city without tears, whispered indifferently.
"I don't believe it." Yun Feiyan hissed, his pace quickened.
Of course, he only made three or five steps, and then he threw himself on the ground, spit blood, and his face turned pale.
The visitors frowned, wondering what happened, "Difficult to make, the gorgeous Naihe Bridge, and the powerful restraint?"
"It seems that most of them are there," said the older monk with a beard. "Perhaps, it was suppressed only on the bridge."
"I don't believe it." Yun Feiyang snarled, his eyes were blood red, and he stood up against the strong pressure in the bottom of his body.
The fairy without tears said nothing, never looked back, nor settled.
Yun Feiyang was miserable, and every time he stepped, he vomited blood.
A long distance away, the visitors seemed to be able to hear the sound of broken bones in his body, and even cracked the body of the god.
The blood was thin and bloody, and the people watching were startling.
After all, his stiff body fell down, and he didn't stand up again, his eyes were dim and his breath was weak.
"Haha ... hahaha ..." He laughed loudly on the bridge, full of sadness, blood and tears on his face.
He turned into a ray of flying ash, and his soul fluttered on the bridge of Nai He, leaving only that big laughter, echoing in the stars.
To death, he did not see the tearless fairy stagnate, even if he looked back at him, extravagant hope turned into despair.
The four sides sighed, being a good person, a big engine of the future, saying that he died when he died, how can people not regret it.
"Yanger." Thousands of silence were finally interrupted by a hissing, his voice was old and passed from a distant starry sky.
The words did not fall, then saw an old man came, Nai Yun's ancestor, Zhundiwei powerful and unmatched, roaming the Quartet.
But he was late, and all he could see was a blood cloak on He Bridge, which was his grandson Yun Feiyang.
The ancestors of the Yun family's ancestors were trembling, their turbid old eyes were filled with tears, and they were old and instantly much older.
This red dust thing is a white hair person to give black hair, it is most difficult to accept, the kind of pain, heartbreaking.
"If you die, you can't be resurrected, and Taoist friends mourn for grief." An old quasi emperor of the same level, somewhat unbearable, spoke comfort.
"Return my fate." The ancestor of the Yun family was so angry that the Zhundi sword suddenly appeared. He was holding it in his hand and cut out a dazzling fairy river with a sword, splitting it towards the city without tears.
The quasi emperor peaked with a sword, destroying and dying, destroying the world.
However, although the sword of the ancestors of the Yun family was overwhelming, it did not shake the city without tears or even leave a trace.
Instead, he was shaken and fluttered, his body was broken, and the spirit of the spirit was flying away.
"Hiss ....!" The four sides were shocked and couldn't help pulling down the air.
"By ... that's a quasi-perfect emperor!" The little monkey emperor froze.
"None saw the city without tears attack, and a quasi-perfect emperor was slain. It's too bullshit!" The yak was also horrified.
"Grandpa said, it really wasn't bluffing me." Xiao Jiuxian's face was pale, "The city without tears is even stronger, even the restricted area."
"Even Zhundi Emperor was instantly destroyed. Is there an emperor in the city without tears?"
The noise in the starry sky was noisy, and too many people shuddered in their hearts, reluctant to step back, for fear that the city of tearlessness would suffer the aftermath.
The city without tears is dreamlike and has no response to the uproar.
In the noise, another person stepped on the Naihe Bridge.
This time, it is an old man, old eyes cloudy, gray hair.
If you look closely, isn't it the old man who sells wine under His Majesty? Authentic quasi-Emperor monk.
When he went up, monks from the Quartet all looked up.
However, the bridge is weird and the quasi-holy king is dying. Everyone wants to see if they can reach the end of the bridge as a quasi-prince.
Heng Yuezong, Jade Girl Peak, the vision of everything has slowly dissipated.
Ye Chen opened his eyes, and his eyes became more and more extraordinary.
"Really good." Ye Chen smiled, looking for an opportunity.
"You're awake." Dong Huang's heart was too transcendent, and his words were haggard.
"You really are a ghost." Ye Chen stood up with a little lazy waist, and there was a sound of bone collision in his body.
"A city without tears ... is here." Dong Feng said leisurely.
As soon as the words came out, Ye Chen, who was still stretched, trembled suddenly, staring at Dong Huang Taixin's heart tightly, his body tightened together, for fear that he might have heard it wrongly.
"You're right, that fairy city is reappearing on earth." Dong Huang whispered too calmly, with a firm tone.
"Hurry ... quick ... take me there." Ye Chenxu was too impatient to speak, and even stuttered, he couldn't hold back his excited mood, and his heart thumped to burst.
"I will take you there, but there is something I need to explain." Donghuang whispered, "This time, Da Chu can't give you any assistance, everything depends on you."
"I want to know where the city without tears came from." Ye Chen did not squint, hoping for an accurate answer.
"I can only tell you that it does not belong to the heavens and earth."
"Then can I think so, the city without tears belongs to heaven or the underworld." Ye Chen asked tentatively.
"Not in the Three Realms." Donghuang Taixin said leisurely, "Its mystery is not inferior to the five restricted areas of Xuanhuang, the Emperor Xianwu ... or even the Xuanhuang Emperor, all have passed down the imperial Taoist teachings: Do not recruit five restricted areas Don't mess with the city without tears. "
Ye Chen frowned. It was the first time he heard this secret.
"Jidao Emperor soldiers can no longer leave Dachu, but even with nine emperor soldiers, Dachu is far from being the opponent of Tears-Free City. Sorry, Dachu has Dachu's mission and wants to save Chuxuan or Chuling. You can only walk on the Naihe Bridge. The footsteps are the Lingxiao Fairy Tale, but the footsteps are the Jiuyou Huangquan. "
"I understand." Ye Chen smiled and forced Xuanyuan Sword out of the body. It was an imperial soldier and needed to guard Da Chu.
"You have a choice." Dong Huang Taixin said.
"Now, what else is terrible for me." Ye Chen smiled, lifted his feet, and stepped up into the sky.