Chapter 1579: Both suffering

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Nian Cishan was banging, and he was about to collapse, sullen, raging in the sky, and the flying snow was still.
The little nun and the old nun trembled and hurried in.
From afar, he saw a scary scene: The fairy without tears was pinched by the neck of Ye Chen and carried in the air.
"Taoyou, you ..." The old nun's expression changed dramatically.
"Get out." Ye Chen sounded like an eternal thunder, shaking the old nun's eardrum and slumping to the ground.
The little nun was terrified, her face was pale, her small body was shaking, she didn't dare to move, Ye Chen was too scary.
"Answer my question, when will the city without tears come?" Ye Chen's blood eyes stared at the fairy without tears like a mad beast with mad hair.
"I don't know." Fairy without tears, indifferent expression, no emotional fluctuations, without tears is ruthless, she is like a puppet, I do not know what pain is.
"I don't know." Ye Chen appeared in Ye Chen's eyes, the thunder of golden palms was raging, and the silence was cold.
The fairy without tears had a body, and her flesh began to fragment. As a saint, she had no resistance.
Ye Chen was murderous, and instantly killed her.
"Ye Chen, can't stop." The female voice sounded suddenly, and a peerless woman appeared, which was actually Beisheng.
"Get off." Ye Chen shuddered, the Zhundi sword manifested, turned his sword, and cut out the galaxy.
The sacred North Saint, before she stepped forward, was cut off with a sword, and she had already defeated Ye Chen because of her fighting power.
She clenched her teeth and tried to rush up to stop again.
Of course, before she left, a calloused hand rested on her shoulder, and she was stagnant for a while.
Look at the person who banned her, and look carefully, isn't it the old man who sells wine in a small town under Nianci Mountain?
The old man is still wearing a large cotton jacket, like a lousy old man, old in pace, but unpredictable.
He was so strong that he only flicked his hand and rescued the tearless fairy, and Ye Chen was banned by him.
Ye Chen's eyes were flushed, and the blood of the ancient sacred blood was boiling, but he could not break through the imprisonment, and his mana was sealed.
"Go with me, she didn't lie to you." The old man said softly, pulling Ye Chen, and walked out of Niancishan.
Beisheng wiped the blood from the corner of the mouth, and flicked the jade hand, he wiped out the dark wound for the old nun, and erased the little nun's memory, so he looked at the fairy without tears.
The tearless fairy was stained with blood, but she looked calm and surrounded by Shen Xia, covering up the whole body scars.
"Too embarrassed, really domineering." Bei Sheng murmured, turned and left, and went to chase Ye Chen.
Here, the old man has brought Ye Chen back to the ancient town and appeared in a common farmhouse.
"Fang brewed wine, warm up." The old man, such as the kind grandfather, passed a pot of muddy wine.
"Senior, who the are you?" Ye Chen looked at the old man quietly, with a pair of blood eyes, his blood was also scattered, and the tyranny was removed, with a hint of clarity.
"Like you, a life-sick person." The old man started to look up, looking up at him, his old face full of memories, "My wife is also in the city without tears."
"This......"
"How is the bridge! It really makes people feel helpless." The old man shook his head, smiled dryly, and looked vicissitudes.
Ye Chen was silent, picked up the jug, and slammed it in. He and the old man were indeed bitter lives.
The old man should be luckier than him and tried to walk over the Naihe Bridge, but he didn't even have that chance.
For some reason, he was angry at the shy city of tearlessness, and the world was obviously affectionate, so why there was no tears, so that Hongchen was full of scars.
God really can fool people and give people hope, but they are more disappointed than despair. The big hand that is invisible is so furious.
The farmhouse became calm, and they both only drank.
I do not know when, the old man seemed tired, fell asleep holding the hip flask, dignified emperor, and sleeplessly nightmare.
Ye Chen drank alone, a pot of muddy wine, the more bitter it became, the more he felt the world was sad and trembling.
It was dark night before he got up and wobbled.
Out of the town, it was a vast land, and the snow was blowing, burying a series of footprints behind him.
He went on the road again, I do not know where to go, stepped over the ancient cities, looking for one after another.
The lover finally became a family member. He was pleased to see this warm picture, and also completed a pair of lovers.
But after a long journey of more than two hundred years, he was still alone, with a small figure and no one to accompany him.
So, March passed quietly, and he went out of the desert.
He was a little old under the moon, his hair was already white, the corners of his eyes were wrinkled, his beard was already old, his eyes were dim, and his lifted back was bent.
Today, he no longer needs to cover himself with a black robe and hide his face with a ghost, because his old form and slender body at the moment are the best cover.
Who would have thought that an old man who seemed to be too old would be an ancient holy body that swallowed the mountains and rivers.
It was another peaceful night, with stars shining.
He walked out of an ancient city. There were reincarnation in the city, and there were two. They were a pair of companions in the previous life.
He made another couple, and silently sent blessings.
But the breeze blew, but he couldn't help bending down, coughing blood violently, his breath was low, and he was slumped.
His cultivation fell to the saint level and became a quasi-saint.
This night should be a memorable day.
The years are irritating, and it is best to use him to explain it, but it is best, but it is aging and fast.
"How long will you have to follow me." Ye Chen wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, her voice hoarse and extremely dry.
Behind it, the space was distorted and a peerless woman stepped out.
She is Beisheng, under the bright moonlight, dreamlike and immaculate, like a red dusty fairy.
Coming out of Cishan, she followed Ye Chen all the way.
She is the only one who has witnessed him from glory to gloom, whether it is Xiu Wei or Shou Yuan.
She didn't know what happened to Ye Chen and what kind of story he hid, but the sacred ancient Eucharist now looks so inexplicable.
Is the hero late? Still these years are too ruthless.
"How can you be like this?" Bei Sheng nibbled his teeth and looked at Ye Chen, only feeling a pain in his heart.
"I'm scared of you?" Ye Chen smiled hoarsely, Xu was tired, and sat under an old tree to rest.
"The Eucharist shouldn't be like this." Bei Sheng stepped forward and saw the old face, cluttered with white hair slamming in the wind, making her unable to help to pull it away.
"In the eyes of Beisheng, what should the Eucharist look like?" Ye Chen drew out the jug, his eyes were dim.
"The blood on the shoulders of the emperor should soar Jiuxiao." Beisheng sacrifice a medicine, pressed into Ye Chen's back, it is a Dan supplementing Shouyuan.
Of course, although the level of the miracle is not low, it can add a hundred years of life, but after submerging into Ye Chen's body, it was resolved by a mysterious force.
Bei Sheng frowned, deep frowning, "Evolved every week."
"The vision of the Jiuli people is not ordinary." Ye Chen smiled. "It is indeed Zhou Tian."
"Who is full enough to support you? Such a secret method." Bei Sheng's face was ugly, even dignified.
"I should thank him." Ye Chen was holding the hip flask and couldn't help remembering it. No wonder Zhou Yi concealed him at that time. Because of this secret method, he did find a lot of reincarnated people. This is a gift.
"He is a lunatic, and you are also a lunatic."
"Such excitement, did you fancy me?" Ye Chen looked up and looked at Beisheng with interest.
"So old, who will look at you." Bei Sheng gave Ye Chen a stern glance. "Ancient ruins stripped away my clothes, I haven't asked for your account yet, and I will read Cishan's sword and I will remember it for you. Is it? "
"Second understand." Ye Chen consciously shouted from the burning silence, "I have to guard against it, and I will be destroyed if there is no guarantee."
"I don't have time to joke with you." Bei Sheng smiled angrily, then pointed away. "That's the eternal river. Crossing the river is the Beiyue realm. Go to the ancient city of Red Moon and wait for me. I'll find someone to save you. "
With that said, Beisheng stepped into the sky and turned away.
Ye Chen shook her head and smiled, drank the last sip of wine, and got up, no hope for Beisheng.
Even the gods of the heavens were helpless. He couldn't think of anyone who Bei Sheng could find for him. It was useless.
The river ahead is indeed a big river, with waves rolling and magnificent, which is the dividing line between Ximo and Beiyue.
This is the eternal river, with tens of millions of miles.
There is also an ancient legend about this river. According to legend, the blood of the ancient emperor was melted into the earth, turned into a river, and witnessed the vicissitudes of the world.
Ye Chen ascended the sky, overlooking the eternal river, and found the vicissitudes of life.
Crossing the river is a vast land, all the way north.
On the third day of Xiaoxiao, a small ancient city came into view. The unknown name is the ancient city of Chiyue.
The ancient city of Chiyue at night is still prosperous and lively, with red lanterns hanging high and full of shouting and selling.
There are mortals in this city, and there are a lot of street performers, which has attracted a lot of applause, and the attic on both sides have also been watched. The arch bridge on the river is the most lively.
Ye Chen moved Zhou Tian, ​​but did not find reincarnation.
After crossing the street, he stopped at a small wine shop, waiting for Beisheng, to see who she was looking for.
"I heard that the immortals and the phoenixes also claimed their own names." There was a discussion at the table next to it, and a wretched young man sprayed Zhenghuan, causing a lot of people to watch the wine shop.
"I listened to it, but also the Protoss and Demon.
"The Fairy Goddess, the Princess Phoenix Fairy, the God Fairy God, and the Devil God Fairy have been away every day, and they are very happy recently."
"That's more than joyful, it's almost unbridled, it's chaos everywhere, and many people have been hit."
"What about the Eucharist? No news, clean them up."
"Wait! Be sure to come to Beiyue." An old guy said meaningfully, "Donghuang, Zhongzhou, Nanyu, and Ximo have all made trouble, and the next stop is Beiyue."
"It seems that my form is really a good cover." Ye Chen shook her head and smiled, sitting here without a mask, and didn't recognize it?
The breeze was blowing, with the fragrance of a woman, Bei Sheng came, and he was carrying a man, but he was a bearded old man.
Seeing the bearded old man, Ye Chen froze suddenly.
That shit, isn't it Yan Yandao, an acquaintance?
Ye Chen's expression was strange, he was ashamed of the person Bei Sheng had found, who had thought that it would be Yan Lao Dao.
Yan Lao Dao also fainted. He was drinking and was brought by Bei Shengmao, saying that it was to save people, and the feeling was to save Ye Chen.
"Looking at your expression, it is clear that you know each other." Bei Sheng sat down and looked at it with interest.
"We are good friends." Ye Chen could not help but smile.
"Zhou Tian's counterattack has become so fierce?" Yan Laodao frowned, his face a bit ugly.
"Save him, owe my kindness, even if I pay it back." Bei Sheng discretionary, "Don't be useless."
"I can't save it." Yan Laodao said helplessly.
"Then look for your hometown, he's doing it."
"Fu Xi, the ancestor of the Dragon, did not see the end, but I can't find him." Yan Laodao shook his hand.
"Then I don't care, you can't save him, you die."
"Hey....!"