Chapter 1666: Nai heqiao

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Dong Huang Taixin sighed, lotus stepped, stepped into nothingness, and brushed Ye Chen into long sleeves.
Kunlun's goddess performed great magical powers and stepped out of Chu.
After her, many people in Tianxuanmen stepped into the sky.
Without exception, they were all quasi-empires, and the nine emperors were among them, but they did not bring the jidao emperors to fight.
"I don't know whether to tell him this, is it right or wrong?" Yuehuang whispered, "Neihe Bridge is a Huangquan Road."
"At least, there will be no regrets," Yan Huang said.
"Should I call Hongchen and Liu Dao when I'm waiting," said the war king, "the strong ones may not lose."
"Mo Xiao looks at the city without tears." Chu Huang said lightly.
The emperors didn't say anything. Obviously, Hongchen and Liudao couldn't let go. Even if they let go, they wouldn't necessarily hit the city without tears.
Everything depends on Ye Chen himself, Da Chu cannot intervene.
The vast starry sky, the city without tears suspends, the fairy light overflows.
On the bridge, the quasi-employee who was selling wine was still struggling with old age, and the coercion in the midst of the pressure had bent his waist.
Stronger than Zhundi, but also difficult to walk, the old body does not break open.
It wasn't him alone on the bridge, but there were more than a dozen figures, young, middle-aged, and old, all with tears.
They are also like the emperor who sells wine. In the city without tears, they also have their lover, countless days and nights.
Even though this is a dead end, it is still going on.
The breeze blew, three or five figures, collectively turning into fly ash.
Since then, there have been people falling down, but before reaching the end of the bridge, they turned into historical dust and died with the wind.
On the bridge, there was only the old Zhundi who sold wine.
His back, Xiao Se is lonely, old and shameless.
He was close enough to the bridgehead of Naihe, but his pace became heavier, his legs trembling, and he knelt down.
After all, he fell suddenly and never got up again.
As life and death lingered, those murky old eyes were covered with ancient tenderness, and death was calling.
Crystal tears, dim his eyes, between the cymbals, still can see a beautiful shadow, dancing gracefully under the moon.
Jundi was also infatuated, but he failed to cross the Naihe Bridge.
The Quartet sighed, with deep sadness, and the gorgeous Nai He Bridge, buried too many dead souls, with regret before leaving.
From beginning to end, no half of the women in the city without tears came out.
"Great snoring, why are you doing this?" Xiao Jiuxian was angry, cursed, and hid behind the yak.
"My aunt, please keep quiet." The Emperor Ape covered Xiao Jiuxian's mouth. "Can the city be fierce?"
"I'm frustrated." Xiao Jiuxian drummed his mouth and said, "I'm obviously a lover, but it's a yin-yang gap."
Her words, in one phrase, resonated with the Quartet.
There are lovers in the world who finally become dependents. Is this a bad ending?
The city without tears wants to separate the loved ones.
A beautiful city, how about you do n’t do anything about people? What about the fairyland on earth? This is really good irony.
For a while, the spectators scolded the city without tears thousands of times.
"Then ... are those nine ruthless and ruthless people in Da Chu?" Someone was surprised, looking to one side, to win the eyes of the four sides.
That starry sky is full of divine rainbows, and the nine emperors of Dachu are among them. Their honor has already spread in the heavens.
"It's them, as well as the heavenly sword gods and Dan Zun."
"This time we are in a team, this is what race we are going to do." Recalling the past, too many people were shaking.
"Don't fight against the city without tears!" I don't know who made a sentence, so that everyone's eyes instantly brightened.
The nine emperors of the Great Chu, fierce one by one, once raged to the four races, and even Lingshan was destroyed, absolutely powerful and overbearing.
The city without tears is ancient and powerful, and a quasi-perfect emperor was stunned in an instant. It was horrible and could stand shoulder to shoulder with the restricted area.
If these two parties are stunned, then the heavens will be lively.
"Is that the Emperor Chu and the Nine Emperors?" The ancestors of the post-unblocking ancestors, such as the ancient dragons, barbarians, basalts, and yaks, hid in the dark, all looking out there.
"The peak of the nine honorable emperors, this battle, blasting God!"
"It's no wonder that the four major races have also been uplifted."
"To this day, I haven't figured it out, where does Da Chu stay?" The ancestor of the Long tribe drew his beard, eyes full of doubt.
In the sound of the discussion, the nine emperors of the Great Chu, Taixin of the East Phoenix, and others have fallen, and there are twenty quasi-perfect emperors, overwhelming the starry sky.
"Without tears, I haven't seen you for a long time." Dong Feng whispered too much, standing in the starry sky, looking divine, looking at the city without tears.
"I haven't seen you for a long time." In the city without tears, finally a word came out, a whisper, as if the heavens falling from Jiuxiao were very pleasant, but with supreme indifference.
"Can I ask for one without tears, it's considered to be the feeling of Da Chu." The sword gods of the heavens also spoke, and the sentence was bland.
"Without tears ... it's ruthless, just like your sword ... not right." Without tears, your words spread across the world.
"It's so tearless and ruthless." The immature words sounded from Dong Huang Taixin, and more accurately, it was from her sleeve that Ye Chen was talking.
He came out, watching the city without tears, without joy or sorrow.
His appearance surprised the Quartet monks suddenly.
Because, Ye Chen's two or three-year-old looks are pink and fluffy, fleshy, really cute, and not bad in tone.
"Whether I stepped over the Naihe Bridge, I can take her away." Ye Chen ignored the Quartet, and stared at the city without tears. His words were plain and indifferent.
"Natural." No tears whispered, but also no joy and no sorrow.
"Speak ... forget it." Ye Chen was the most ruthless master. He stepped on the starry sky and boarded the bridge of Naihe.
"Who is that little guy!" Seeing Ye Chen board the Naihe Bridge, Bafang was dismayed. He never expected Ye Chen to run up.
"Zhundi is on his knees, a heaven, how about playing?"
"Admittedly, he is still very cute."
"The old man's finger counted, he didn't run here to find his wife, but to find his mother." Someone said meaningfully.
"Holding is a bit familiar." The Little Ape Emperor and Yak and others touched their chins. "Always feel like I've seen it before."
"I hope he can create a myth again." The Jiuhuang took a hard breath and their eyes were full of hope.
Ye Chen stood on the bridge head, eyes closed slightly, and he calmed down.
I really got on the Naihe Bridge, and I realized that the bridge is not simple. There is a coercion in the underworld, as heavy as a mountain.
Moreover, he was determined that the more he walked across, the stronger the coercion.
Opposite, Nai He Bridgehead, one person turned into a shadow.
That was a woman, also veiled, wrapped around Xianxia, ​​her hair was like water waves, her hair was dyed with brilliance, her eyes were beautiful, calm and calm, without emotion.
In the dimness, she dreamed like a dream. Although standing on the bridge of Naihe, it seemed like a distant dream, beyond sight.
She is a goddess of immortality, holy and immaculate.
Ye Chen opened his eyes, looking at the woman on the opposite side, his eyes filled with tender tears, blindfolded his sight.
It is her, that is, she doesn't need to evolve every day, no need to ask, he can recognize it at a glance on the bridge.
After three hundred years of vicissitudes, three hundred years of vicissitudes, three hundred years before and this life, facing the dust of years, he finally found her.
Ancient memories, past events, all return here in an instant.
Nai He Bridge, two bridge heads, one side of the bridge, one side of the bridge, he is looking at her, and she is also looking at him.
But Bai Yuzhang, during this period, it seemed like a vicissitudes of life separated by the eyes, looking at each other, and getting old in the red dust.
He was full of tears, her eyes were confused, she had seen him more than once in a dream, but she was strange but familiar.
"Chu Xuan, wait for me, your Ye Chen ... come to pick you up."
Ye Chen choked, her voice was hoarse, and two lines of tears flowed across her face, reflecting the starlight, and even those tears carried vicissitudes.