Chapter 1689: Three hundred years of cause and effect

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The last days are dark, and the last rays of light are destroyed.
Heaven Demon Mang and Thunder God Arrow reincarnate Nirvana together.
Ye Chen vomited blood, almost fell down, the Holy Light was almost annihilated, the blood was dripping, and the whole blood was dripping with blood.
Emperor Tianmo also splashed the stars with blood, and even the bones of the emperor burst, and the dazzling emperor's light was weathered by the years and wiped with scars.
The ultimate attack of the Supreme Attack has no victory or defeat, only defeat and injury, and the scars on the body are indelible.
"Why, why you are not dead yet." The Emperor roared, emperor's eyes highlighted, covered with bloodshots.
He defeated the Eucharist again and again, but Ye Chen stood up again and again, as if he could not die.
The supreme emperor was also forced into a mania.
The shame, the great shame and the shame, the emperor's face disappeared, the so-called glory, the so-called glory, were all decorated.
"Dying to death, I will also pull you to hell." Ye Chen's words were stubborn, and his immortal will created the belief that he would win.
"Kill." Emperor Tian roared, holding the sword in his hand.
"Battle." Ye Chen clenched Xuanyuan, and never retreated.
An Supreme King wobbled from east to west.
A great sanctified body, alas, from west to east.
Step by step, scarlet footprints dragged stubble.
The two Supremes are at the end of the crossbow, their blood is dry and their mana is exhausted, and even the fairy light of the protector is gone.
The emperor bears the glory of the emperor, the holy body carries the pride of the holy body, and the death is on the road of conquest, fighting desperately to charge.
The war, no more shocking, but primitive and rude.
Emperor Sword waved a gully on the body.
Ye Chen sword fell, and on the emperor's body, cut a bloodstain.
You slash me with a sword, and I am going to die back with a sword.
No one defends, no one evades, some just attack and then attack, waving the Emperor Sword frantically, tirelessly.
The battle between the Supreme and the Supreme was extremely bloody.
Who would have thought that a great emperor and a great sanctified body were so fierce that they had to kill each other before they could be considered complete.
Sacred bone and emperor blood are intertwined, emperor bone and sacred blood are vertical and horizontal, blood and bone battle, bone and blood fight, they are unwilling to lose.
It was another collision, and Xuanyuan Sword was knocked out.
It seemed to be more tired than Ye Chen, scattered all the Emperor Light, inserted diagonally into the starry sky, and the Emperor Daowei also converged to the extreme.
"Let's die!" Tian Mo Emperor smiled, holding the sword in both hands, violent bloodthirsty, a sword split on Ye Chen's shoulder.
"Return your fist." Ye Chen hissed, and his fist smashed the breast bone of Emperor Demon.
The sword of the emperor and the punch of the Eucharist were all severely damaged.
Ye Chen was stingy, vomiting blood, and almost fell.
The Emperor of Heaven also kicked back, and the Emperor's sword in his hand fell off, contaminating the blood of the Emperor, and inserted into the starry sky.
The eyes of both of them were dim and shaky, and they were both standing unsteadily. They were tired and wanted to fall for a thousand years.
"Kill." The Emperor roared, dragged the Bloody Emperor's body, and rushed to Ye Chen, his hair spread like a demon.
"Battle." Ye Chen growled, limped, the sturdy Eucharist, tenacious, and waved his fist.
The final expedition of the two Supremes reflects the light of the end.
The Eucharist, which the Emperor punched with one punch, and the Emperor's Emperor, punched with the Eucharist, each punch seemed to use all their strength.
After all, the Emperor fell down, and no longer stood up.
Ye Chen staggered and stepped out of a blood path.
After a lapse of 300 years, he once again rode on Tianmo Emperor, waved his fist, and smashed it.
"This fist is heaven, and it will be 300 years old."
"This fist is for Da Chu, to sacrifice the dying heroic soul."
"This fist, for the heavens, return me great mountains."
Ye Chen punched and punched, seeing blood in the boxing, the demon Emperor's head cracked, and the emperor's body flew.
Every fist fell, there was a roar, sorrowful and desolate, the endless vicissitudes, and the endless sorrow.
It was the invasion of the demon that broke his beautiful dream.
It was the invasion of the demon that made him remember only blood and tears.
Too many people were buried, too many people buried their bones in other places, and the vast mountains and rivers were devastated by them.
This is hatred and hatred. The big hatred has to be revenge, the anger and hatred have to be eliminated.
"Ah ...." Emperor Tian growled, a pair of Emperor's eyes congested, and every time he wanted to get up, he was punched back by Ye Chen.
Emperor's eyes, what kind of look is that, rampant, tyrannical, bloodthirsty, angry, unwilling, and fear.
He was defeated, and the Supreme Emperor was doomed to defeat again.
That year he was defeated and slaughtered by a Eucharist.
Today, he is even worse, the same person who slaughtered him.
For three hundred years, due to cause and effect, he still couldn't escape his fate. The home of the emperor is still Huangquan on the other side of the river.
At this moment, the so-called Great Emperor, the so-called Wanyu Supreme, became the world's most funny joke.
"Ah ....." The heart of an emperor burst.
"This fist is for the living, and blood debt needs to be paid for with blood."
Ye Chen growled, raised his fist again, instilled endless wounds and pains, and blasted the Demon Emperor unceasingly.
The reincarnation of cause and effect continued the fateful battle for more than three hundred years, and the Eucharist won again, slaughtered the emperor against the sky, and repaid the blood debt.
Blood and tears crisscrossed his eyes, sad and desolate.
The blood of the emperor was splashed with stars, as in that year, it was splashed with Da Chu, sacrificed the dead British soul, and told the dead to comfort the dead in the spirit of heaven.
The demon emperor died, and his magical curse disappeared.
The demon soldiers who are still fighting, whether it is Da Chu, Xuanhuang, or Xinghai, Wanyu, have all turned into flying ash, and swept into pieces of history into dust.
They were snarling with death, with resentment and anger, and the emperor died. After three hundred years of reincarnation, they lost again.
"Win, we win." Monk Dachu wept with tears, all crying, from the roar of the soul.
"We won, we won." Monk Xuanhuang hissed and raised the disabled soldiers, screaming and shouting.
"We won, we won." The monks roared, no matter the older juniors, they all shivered and burst into tears.
"He slaughtered the emperor again, continuing the immortal myth."
"In the vein of the Eucharist, Wan Wan Cang was never disappointed."
"We ... are old." The big emperors, the nine emperors, the seven sons of Donghua, the sword god, and Moyuan all smiled.
This is no longer their time, but even more so. The next generation will lead a new legend.
He slaughtered two emperors in one lifetime. His record against the sky is unprecedented. He is the true myth.
The heavens trembled, exclaimed for him, and rejoiced for victory.
But this battle of immortals and demons killed too many heroes.
There are wailing sounds in the starry sky, too many people are looking for loved ones.
A starry sky, the iron rod of the sacred ape ancestor, stained with blood.
He died fighting alone, fighting alone until the ape's body broke down, his body died, and he went to Huangquan with the Demon King that day.
A starry sky, a broken tomahawk, bloody.
It was the yak ancestor, who pulled on the land demon, went to hell, and inherited the emperor's Tao, and did not humiliate the prestige of the emperor.
A starry sky, five blood cloaks, fluttered along the river sand.
They were the ancestors of the five royal families of the Southern Regions. When they died, they each killed a demon, and the war spirits were branded in the heavens.
A starry sky, five broken instruments, annihilated the light of God,
It was the ancestors of the ancient five ethnic groups, which became ash in the wind of the stars, chopped off countless demons, and made a fortune for future generations.
Too many people died and too many Zongmen races were overthrown.
The heavens and the world are full of sores, the bones pile up into mountains, blood flows into the river, swords, swords and halberds fill the battlefield.
They fought a great victory, but they were so fierce that they wanted to cry, the war was cruel, and the universe was flooded and bloody.
This battle is destined to be remembered by future generations. It swept Wan Wan, one after another, and became a hero.
At the end of the day, Ye Chen took a heavy step and moved forward with difficulty.
His back, lonely and bleak, covered with years of dust.
His path is paved with blood, step by step, step by step, against the sky, carving the body and the Tao into eternity.
"Three years, I have three years." His voice was hoarse, the vicissitudes of laughter, full of longing for the three years.
For three years, he will marry a wife, have children, and be in the game world of Red Dust, regardless of the disturbances in this world.
Ahead, the colorful fairy light suddenly appeared, and a colorful sword was born, and if you look closely, it is precisely that sacred fairy sword.
The legendary sword of God, at this moment in the silence, screamed out a fairy river, and split it towards the weak Ye Chen.
"Yanxian Sword." Ye Chen's eyes were cold and cold, and he stepped forward, but his body was sloppy, and blood spewed out.
Everything was instantaneous, and the Eucharist failed to respond.
He moved on the spot, flew out, blood splattered, blood bones flew across, and it was dazzling in the dark starry sky.
In the reverse flight, his sacred body shuddered, and the red dust separated from the six paths, one left and one right, and attacked the sword.
Xi Xianjian laughed, cold and unscrupulous, like a fairy awn, tearing the star dome of nothingness, and instantly entered.
The six red dusts straddled a long river of time, one after the other, and they were hunted in at the same time, regardless of their sequence.
Xun Xianjian came fast and went fast, just to cut Ye Chen, just as he had attacked the Holy Body Chen before the ancient times.
The starry sky, as the three left, fell into silence.
Ye Chen fell into the starry sky, flickering like falling flowers.
At this moment, it is no longer the peak of the quasi-perfect emperor, nor is it the great celestial body that dominates the world. It is only a low-level heaven.
His eyes were dim to no light, his hair was white, the fire of his life was annihilating very close.
He became old again, tired enough to die.
Wu Xianjian attacked directly and cut off his life. What he called the three years was just a good hope.
In the dimness, he seemed to see a peerless woman again, dancing in a wedding dress, smiling at him.
This time, he could see clearly, the face.
This time, he saw where the so-called three-year life came from: she wore a wedding dress, went to the altar, and lay beside him, tenderly like water, with tears in her eyes.
"Nanming ... Yu Shu." He cried, his eyes murmured with tears.