Chapter 1667: Hang

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A line of Chu Xuan, a line waiting for me, for thousands of years, the words are endlessly vicissitudes, the road is not full of thoughts, only the years are waiting.
Ye Chen raised his little feet. In his eyes, there was only Chu Xuan, with a tender smile, as if to say: Don't be afraid, I'm here.
The first step came down and a weird scene appeared. He was a boy of two or three years old.
Not a transfiguration, but really growing.
The second step fell, his head was raised, and he turned from a teenager into a youth, with eyes like stars and black hair like a waterfall.
"I ... I read it right!" Seeing Ye Chen's youth, the Quartet was shocked, and many people rubbed their eyes.
"What's the situation, that little baby is Ye Chen."
"In the past, there was only one breath left, and he really survived."
"It's an accident. It's an accident. It's an eye-opener today."
"Look, I'll talk about it!" The little ape emperor jumped up and down, whispered, and the eyes of fire were golden and bright.
"Nirvana is born again?" The yak scratched his head.
"Is she also your wife?" Bei Sheng murmured, in the unexpected look, more worried and lonely.
"Not good!" Long Jie frowned. "Jun Zhun and Da Sheng have both hanged a few, not to mention him at the level of heaven."
"That's a dead end. Those of you who are seniors, I still let him set foot on Naihe Bridge." Xiao Jiuxian drummed his mouth and looked at Donghuang Taixin and Jiuhuang and others.
The quasi-perfect emperor said nothing, knowing that it was a no return.
However, they were helpless, and Dachu could not help at all.
Moreover, this path of no return was chosen by Ye Chen himself. The emperor of Dachu had the right to choose his journey.
"It's changed again." Shouted, one after another.
The spectators from all directions, no matter the older generations, or the nuns, both eyes stared at the bridge.
On the bridge, Ye Chen's pace continued unabated, and the third step had already been taken. He was a young man and instantly turned into middle age.
Then in the fourth step, his black hair turned into snow white, straight body, and slowly slid down, his middle-aged form faded, and he became a dusky old man.
Raising his feet in four steps, if for a moment, he was stepped out of the four age forms by him.
For the first time, he settled down, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.
It's true that with every step, coercion will be overbearing.
It was only four steps, and he felt a giant eight thousand feet on his back, trying to crush his cricket ant.
Looking at Chu Xuan, he smiled slightly and stepped forward again.
At this step, a crackling sound of bones was heard inside him.
One more step, his sacred body cracked, cracks and blood spewed out, and Jin Chancan's was dazzling.
As a further step, his flesh turned into a pinch of flying ash, leaving only a illusive primordial spirit, swaying on the bridge of Naihe.
"Your, come back soon." The yak couldn't sit still, hissed and yelled, Ye Chen took another step, and most of it disappeared, but the pressure of Heqiao was not able to hold it.
"You can't find death, don't be stubborn by his mother." The Little Ape Emperor also scolded, trying to rush up, but was imprisoned by the Ape Emperor.
"Brother Ye, think twice." Nandi also persuaded, he hadn't really hit Ye Chen yet, but he didn't want the worldly man to fall on that Naihe bridge.
"Please, come back." Bei Sheng cried with entreaty, and the jade hands clenched, the water mist lingering in his eyes, condensing into frost in the moonlight, for fear of the next moment, he turned into dust.
"Come down, I'll let you touch my chest." Xiao Jiuxian was so anxious that he uttered such a terrifying cry, and heard Jiuxiao's real babble for a while, and the Quartet spectators for a while, this little Nizi , Really sensible.
"Just do your best, don't force it." Dong Huang whispered too much, and the jade hand in his sleeve really squeezed a cold sweat.
The nine emperor opened his mouth, but swallowed it.
Although he was in contact with Ye Chen shortly, he knew his nature.
How persistent the young man who was holding on to the banner of the Dachu warfare died. No one could stop him from doing what he wanted to do.
The attention of the Quartet, Ye Chen did not say a word, turned into a flesh again.
His form changed once again, strands of snow-white long hair, strands of blood turned into blood, drops of bright golden blood, drops of black light, extremely strange.
Looking at his brows again, there is an ancient sacred texture slowly depicting it, which is a symbol of immortality.
"This ... this can open the blood to follow the boundaries?" On the side of the crowd, the old fishing master Zhundi could not help but grin.
"This is the first time. If you don't die, don't hurt, just open?"
"After opening the blood relay limit, after all, it is still a heaven."
"Zhundi is hung up, he ... it's very difficult to step over Naihe Bridge." Some old Jundi shook his head and sighed, and couldn't bear to look again.
But as soon as he said that, on the bridge, there was an overwhelming spirit spreading, and the true emperor's pressure was overwhelming.
"Yes, Dachengsheng bone is here to help again." Too many people shook their hands, and it is no wonder that the blood following boundaries are open. What can shock them, the Eucharist is abnormal.
"Now you can also make hard-steel quasi-perfect emperor. With the blood line limit, most of them will be able to create myths and break the Nanahoe bridge."
"Hang." The little ape emperor's throat trembled in shock, shaking everyone around him with a sudden urinary tremor.
"Hanging." The yak and the earth warrior followed them, and shouted the banner, waving and shouting for Ye Chen.
"Hang." The young monk from the Quartet also lightened his throat, and the snoring wave was higher than the wave, which shook the starry sky.
"The heavens are not without people." A bunch of old guys were also excited, and all of them rolled up their sleeves, and their blood was boiling.
Everyone wants to see the Eucharist and create a myth again.
"I'm waiting, old." The nine emperor Da Chu shook his head and smiled, thinking that he was inferior to the younger generation, this is not their time.
"I ... are old too." Donghuang Taixin stretched out her hand, let go of the woman's restraint, and held the arm of the sword god.
The smile of the sword god, the myth of the heavens, is also full of tenderness.
They should be fortunate, years passed, and they depended on each other.
Ye Chen, however, has to go through the test of life and death. For that love, he will struggle hard, even if he embarks on a path of no return.
boom! boom! boom!
A bang boom sounded, slowly and rhythmically.
It was the sound of Ye Chen's walking, his body was as heavy as a giant mountain, and even his steps were heavy.
Looking away, his back mighty shore, full of golden light, overbearing sacred body, like gold casting.
He is the God of War, the God of War in the Eight Wastelands, Megatron Haoyu, covering the heavens, and his existence is a myth.
With a click, a piece of jade Jane who banned the memory of Xianguang was crushed by him, his voice was crisp and clear.
The memory fairy light flew to the opposite side and fell into Chu Xuan's heart.
As can be imagined, Chu Xuan's unblocked picture was not presented.
She still stood tall, with an indifferent expression, no emotion, and the memory of fairy light lingering in the sea of ​​God, and she could not be incorporated.
"It's invalid again." Ye Chen's eyes narrowed slightly.
The memory of Xianguang could not be unsealed for reincarnation. These things happened only three times, one red dust, one Ji Ningshuang, and one Xiyan, never thought, even Chu Xuan.
These changes, which he did not expect, made his eyes firmer, his head held up, and his steps were steady and powerful.
In any case, he had to go across the bridge, and whether or not Chu Xuan could be unsealed, he must also take her home.
Naihe Bridge trembled, buzzing and turbulent.
He was also under pressure, and his pace became heavier.
Vaguely, he could still hear the sound of the fragmentation of the sacred bone in his body, and the sacred body cracked again and was bathed in blood.
With each step, the world's coercion prevails.
Each step is a footprint.
Dacheng Sheng bone cheered, hard to carry the coercion, blood following the limits of the overbearing, immortal, not hurt, he repaired the wounds again and again.
He was close enough to the bridgehead that it would soon be the end.
But his unyieldingness seemed to offend the laws in the underworld, the power of silence raging, and even stronger coercion suddenly appeared.
It was an extremely powerful force, mysterious and ancient.
It is that power that has annihilated the state of blood following limits.
There was no recovery from immortality, the sacred body became bloody, there was always sacred bones to cheer, and the legs were bent.
With only a few steps left, it seemed like an insurmountable nature.
"You can't stand it, go back!" There was a female voice in Wucheng City, indifferent and far away, and it was also majestic.
"She has flesh and blood, so why did she make her tearless and ruthless."
Ye Chen snarled, his eyes were blood red, his forehead was blue, his bent legs were stiff and straight, and the proud head that had been lowered was lifted again.
With a bang, he stepped down and the bridge was turbulent.
His sacred body collapsed, Chan Chan's bones were exposed, blood drenched all over his body, and the flowers of Nai Heqiao were stained red.
"You are high above, how have you overlooked all beings."
Another roar, Ye Chen suddenly lifted his feet.
His feet fell, his legs were broken, his legs burst, and flesh and blood bones turned into blood mist at the same time.
The strong Eucharist also fell and lay on the ground.
For a long time, he hadn't seen him get up again, he was too tired.
"That's my Chu Xuaner. I'm taking her home." Ye Chen cried, her voice hoarse, and blood and tears crisscrossed.
Without legs, he crawled hard with both hands.
An ancient and holy body is as humble as a dog.
This picture was shocking, and the Quartet was moving.
Too many men, clenched their fists, too many women, couldn't help covering Yukou, and the water mist lingered in their eyes.
"Are you ... really so ruthless?" Dong Huang's eyes were indifferent, his face frosty, staring at the city without tears.
"Without tears, it is ruthless." It was the same indifferent utterance that emanated from the city without tears, ringing through the heavens.
"Mo asked her, he was dying and he was still ... the emperor of Da Chu." The Jiu Huang said with a faint expression, without joy or sorrow.
In a word, all the people were silent, the starry sky was as calm as death, and some of them just choked on the bridge.
Ye Chen was still crawling, her eyes were dim, and her tears were muddy.
Behind him was a blood path dragged by his stub.
Chu Xuan stood quietly, like an ice sculpture, motionless.
Looking at her as she climbed, her delicate body was trembling slightly, and her beautiful eyes were like water, showing an ancient confusion.