Chapter 1534: Goal: West Desert

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"City without tears?" Upon hearing these words, Ye Chen suddenly looked at King Daming, his eyes shining, "Why did the predecessors talk about this ancient existence? Is that fairy city coming again?"
"On the day of the grand celebration of the peoples, it came to the West Desert." King Peacock Da Ming nodded gently, "but only for a quarter of an hour, it disappeared, no one can find its trace."
"Xi Mo, stay for only a quarter of an hour." Ye Chen murmured, and his fist slammed into the sound of a click. Even if he learned three days ago that he wanted to go to the West Mo, it was too late and the difference was too far away.
It is rare to see the city without tears come, but I missed it. If I missed it, I missed Chu Xuaner or Chu Linger, but no matter who he was, he failed to catch up.
The city without tears is full of ghosts. I missed it. I do n’t know how many years I have to wait. Maybe he will not catch up with him again. Maybe he will come again. He has entered the next cycle.
"You guys, you haven't answered the old question." The Peacock King said with a smile.
"The ancestors once said that it was a rampant fairy city." Ye Chen absent-mindedly responded, "People there are all practicing the secret method of being too unforgiving. The so-called tearlessness is ruthless."
"No wonder, it's no wonder that the woman from the city without tears has no emotion at all."
As soon as this word came out, Ye Chen's dim eyes burst into bloom, staring at King Daming without squinting. "Senior's meaning, this city of tearlessness is coming, is anyone coming out?"
"It did come out." King Peacock Da Ming froze his beard. "The Taoist, who was aging in the western desert, came to the Peacock's house yesterday, just to hear what he said, it should not be fake."
"Your predecessor's Taoist friend once had a portrait of that woman." Ye Chen's breath became breathless, Xu was too excited, and even his voice trembled. The bright eyes were all hope.
"No." King Peacock Da Ming shook his head. "He did see the woman, but she covered the plain yarn, and the mysterious method covered the mystery. Even without the plain yarn, it was hard to see the true content."
Ye Chen was silent, with many regrets in her heart, but also many hopes. From the city without tears, it may be Chu Xuan or Chu Ling. This possibility is not ruled out.
Thinking to himself, he suddenly got up and said, "Senior and junior, if there is something more important, just leave."
With that said, he strode out, yes or no, he had to go to the West Desert and find it, and at a glance, he could ask what she could ask, even if it wasn't.
When he stepped out of the bamboo forest, he went to the sky. Before he left, he did not forget to look back at the little ape emperor. The six goods slept soundly. He did not bother to leave, and it was just right to leave silently.
Peacock King Ming also got up, slightly bowed his head, watched Ye Chen leave, and his old eyes were astonishing and comforting. There was also a doubt. Ye Chen was too mysterious.
Since he came, many things have become a little different, such as his young granddaughter, there is always a hint of vicissitudes in the beautiful eyes, as if there are too many stories hidden.
Under the moonlit night, Ye Chenru was so hot that the starry sky also reflected the colorfulness.
It was not until dawn that he fell in an ancient city closest to the peacock's house.
He moved Zhou Tian to evolve, but before counting the reincarnated people, he went straight to the center of the city, set foot on the teleportation array, all the way to the northwest, and the general direction was the desert and the desert.
The rest of the way, without stopping, there are his legends everywhere, like the name Ye Chen, everyone in the Xuanhuang continent knows it, and even spreads from this monk sacred place to the stars, it will not take long for the Eucharist The name will spread throughout the heavens.
He didn't care about these things. After so long, the so-called glory and reputation have long been unimportant. The stories left to future generations are as good as him or not.
"Open the array, the ancient city of Nantian." It was another starry night. Ye Chen stepped into the teleportation array. In the space channel, a map was suspended in the air, and the ancient cities were continuously linked with pens. It's the closest way to Ximo, and it's all the way.
When he was watching, the calm space passage was actually turbulent. From the end, the passage collapsed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and spread rapidly towards him all the way.
He couldn't help but close the map, stared at the front slightly, and didn't notice that there was a war, that is to say, this space channel did not collapse because of a war.
Since it is not a problem in the channel, there is a problem with the transmission array at the end of the two channels, and one of the transmission arrays must be damaged, causing the space channel to collapse.
Without much thought, he turned around and walked out. The space channel was destroyed. He could only fly to the ancient city of Nantian, and continued to teleport with the help of the teleportation array there, all the way to the west desert.
Half an hour later, the ancient city of Nantian came into his sight, but made his frown frown.
From a distance, the entire ancient city of Nantian is shrouded in blood, and the wanton flying mist has covered the starry sky with a veil, and the gas can be smelled far away.
Sure enough, something went wrong here! Ye Chen murmured, as if a ray of light entered the ancient city of Nantian.
Entering the ancient city of Nantian, his eyes narrowed again. Although the city was large, it was still dead.
In other words, the people in the ancient city of Nantian have been slaughtered and killed, all eyes are corpses, street houses, pavilions, arch bridges and trails are all and shocking.
Ye Chen glanced at him. Rao was his state of mind, and he could not help trembling. The men had their heads cut and hung high, the women were miserable, their clothes were disheveled, and they were often killed by insults.
This is the Shura field. The baby in the flail was also nailed to the wall by the sword.
Ye Chen walked quickly, as if in shock, there were still living people in the city, and they were still reincarnated.
It was a mansion, and the guards at the door fell upside down, all beheaded. Xu was too many dead in the mansion, blood flowed out of the mansion and dipped into the street.
When he entered the mansion, from a distance, he saw a woman with purple hair stained with blood. She had been humiliated, her clothes were ragged, her body covered with scars, she lay on the ground, and climbed hard to the side.
Ye Chen stepped in and took no account of the others. She pulled out the source and madly poured it into the woman with purple hair. She was a reincarnation and a disciple of Qingyunzong Xuanzi generation.
However, what made him helpless was that the purple-haired woman Yuanshen really suffered a devastating blow. The fire of Yuanshen was almost annihilated. Even if Da Luo Jinxian was alive, it would be difficult to save her life.
"Mo is moving again, Mo is talking." Ye Chen's eyes were blood red and she poured into the source with madness, hoping to save her life, at least, to let her know her hometown of Da Chu.
The purple-haired woman seemed to have not heard it, she was still trying her best to lie forward, dragging her body, jade hands, facing away from one side, as if she wanted to touch something.
Ye Chen bowed her head subconsciously and looked in the direction of the purple-haired woman's hand. It was a rock wall with a baby still in her nails, retaining the appearance of crying.
His body trembled, and he could imagine what happened here not long ago. She was humiliated, watching the children being crucified, watching the tribe fall down one by one.
"Baby ... kid, my ... my baby ... kid." The woman with a purple hair screamed hard, but her voice faded gradually, the light in her eyes quickly dissipated, and the last swaying primordial The fire was extinguished, and the raised blood-stained jade hand finally fell weak.
Ye Chen's blood soaked in both hands, tears couldn't help pouring out of his eyes. He was still late, and never felt as useless as now. He looked helplessly, but was helpless.
"I'll just say it! There must be alive." When Ye Chen was in grief, a sound of laughter rang out, and the people flew into the mansion. Every breath was cold, every face was fierce, and they were full of the heavens, with great interest. Looking at Ye Chen below, "It's still a saint."